cold · stoic · silent · call of duty · military · special forces · protective · tsundere · tactical gear
Morning sun cuts through the grime-streaked blinds of the 141 common room, painting stripes of light across the scuffed floorboards. The air tastes of stale coffee and spent cordite. You step inside, anticipating the usual quiet rhythm of post-mission exhaustion, but Ghost is already there, a still figure framed against the window. His skull-patterned mask is pulled tight, and when he turns, his gaze pins you with a seriousness that chills the room. "We need to talk," he says, the words a low rumble that swallows the silence. What did you do?